#sirius001

[barty-jrouch]

where: Merlin Rouge who: Barty Crouch Jr and Sirius Black ( @unsiriusnessx​ )

As a child, Barty was no stranger to parties. If he had no classes or lessons, he was to attend the gatherings his father organized so he could show off what he had learned. Barty was to prove that he was cut from the same cloth. That he’s a precocious young prodigy mastering languages just as his father did.

Growing up, the parties continued. Sometimes, they weren’t even formal. Business mixed with pleasure. But for tonight, having invited Sirius at Merlin Rouge for drinks, Barty hoped that it would involve the latter more. 

The second round of shots he had ordered finally came and Barty was certain it wasn’t going to be the last. He brought his shot glass to his lips and welcomed the sweet elixir that poured down his mouth. “You know, I’ve always wondered why you never tried working for the Ministry. I’m sure there’s a place for you there. Somewhere.”

[emmcsvances]

"i’m surprised you’re not lined up at zonko’s like the rest of them --” grinning as she stepped toward sirius, “too unoriginal for you?” 

@aciiers​

[liliumss]

It isn’t often Lily that gets blessed with an on-call shift she can take outside of the hospital. However, her attending had made it clear that she was free to do what she’d like tonight, that they’d only call her in if they hit max capacity or something. So, Lily figured it was probably safe to head out for the night. It’d probably been about a month since she’d last been able to attend an Our World meeting. 

Lily got there a little early, standing near the back of the room as people talked and debated. It was fascinating to listen to, and as much as she wanted to sign up for some of their activities she knew that he work schedule probably wouldn’t let her. Still, she talked to one of the organizers about putting together a workshop for basic medical care and a sort of “ask the healthcare professional” clinic. 

On her way out she spotted a familiar face. 

She hadn’t spoken to Sirius Black in a few years, if not longer. They simply weren’t in the same circles anymore, which was probably for the best. While Lily didn’t dislike him, some of their pranks had rubbed her the wrong way. 

“Sirius?” She grabs his arm gently, getting his attention before letting him go. When he turns, she smiles at him. “It is you! I’m surprised to see you here; although, perhaps I shouldn’t be.” Her smile is kind. “How’ve you been?” 

@sirius-mischief​

[deathqueen]

𝚆𝙷𝙾: Narcissa & @noir-chien.  𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽: January 7th, 1979. 7:30PM. 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴: The Mundus Novus safehouse.

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙰 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙽𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙰 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙽, but given their similar allegiances now, she is forced to fraternize with him — and if there is one thing Narcissa is good at, it’s being civil in the most steely way possible. She’s come round to the safehouse to drop off a few things, perhaps catch a word with her father, but of course, there is always a straggler or two running around in the place.

Eyes widened, her lips run taut against her face. “Of course it’s you.”

In short, she doesn’t trust him. Not in the slightest, not since he’d been sorted into Gryffindor, not since he’d taken up being friends with the riff-raff they let into that house, and not since he’d somehow appeared in Mundus Novus, as if joining could allow him to repent for those sins. She supposes her uncle had something to do with it, yet, still Narcissa holds her opinion close to her heart.

[pctterprongs]

Where: Gryffindor Common Room. With: James Potter & Sirius Black

It seemed with the looming fact that this was their last year within the magical school, everything seemed to be weighing all at once. Schoolwork was piling up, the pressure to decide what to do when school finish was mounting. And on top of it all? James was convinced, finally, that Rubeus Hagrid, was trying to put him in an early grave. While his bag was intact, a growled response to the Fat Lady as he entered the common room. Looking for the one lad to brighten his evening, as he let his bag slip from his grip. The crunch of the unhealthy hoard of Sugar Quills packed within sounded, as he sat down on the plush crimson couch. Clothing singed, as James stretched long legs out. “It’s official, Padfoot--” He begun. “Hagrid’s trying to kill me. Did you know he’s got a pair of Fire Crabs just lingering about the edge of the Black Lake?”

@morallyblack​

[commanderlestrange]

Who: Bellatrix & @seirioscanis​ When: Jan 18th, Memorial Service. Where: St Mungos Chapel, Candlelit Vigil. 

After the disaster that had been her entrance into the memorial, Bellatrix had decided to retreat into the chapel for what promised to be some peace and quiet. A volunteer asked her to surrender her new glass of wine at the door so she drained it quickly, nose wrinkling at the bitter taste. Cheap wine at best, as if the best wines should not have been brought out for a memorial. None of the four ‘victims’ of the battle had any particular effect on Bellatrix, she was here to support the Mulcibers and that was it.

With wine coursing through her veins, Bellatrix rounded into the chapel and her eyes immediately settled on a familiar mess of hair and a man who’s build was unmistakable. A smile that was grossly inappropriate for the setting that they were in carved itself upon her lips, and Bellatrix swiftly moved to sit on the row of chairs directly behind Sirius. A small, mousy looking woman that was on her row swiftly disappeared.

Smart girl.

Leaning forward, head bowed as if she were praying to whatever God might be up there on behalf of Malcolm, Bellatrix smirked behind the wall of hair that fell to cover her face. “There is no escape now, cousin. No running away this time.”

[gryffinborn]

@supernovablack

Getting used to living alone, Lily nonetheless didn’t much like the silence. Years of living in dorm rooms hadn’t prepared her for it - nor had it prepared her for making her own meals. The kitchen now seemed to be smoking more than it should. A loud crack made her jump and Lily experienced a momentary rush of fear before remembering exactly who she was friends with. Her eyes caught the intruder - guest, she corrected herself - Sirius, of course. Even James used the door most days. 

She could never quite lay eyes on Sirius Black without feeling one or two old wounds flaring up. It wasn’t even that she resented him now, just that - the memory of resentment seemed to linger, whether she liked it or not.  It was only pure relief she felt now. His familiar features might spark many emotions - annoyance, amusement, a little jealousy every now and then, - but at the very least, he did always make her feel safe. “You’re lucky I didn’t curse you,” Lily said by way of deadpan greeting, rolling her eyes skyward. She intended it to be friendly but - somehow her usual brand of friendliness translated this way around Sirius. Maybe it was also a little hard to look at him because of James. Barely out of a hospital bed.  

[roman-jadore-blog]

Date: December 14, 1978

Location: The Abraxan

Closed: Roman Delacour and Sirius Black ( @siriustheblackstar )

The best part of having to come to this, Roman decided, was the whiskey. Over the years, he’d quickly discovered his love for the single-malt whiskey the distillery had to offer; it reminded him of home, in its own way. He could practically feel the warmth of the alcohol soothing over the ever-present empty feeling in his chest. 

He’d attended the vote of no confidence out of formality more than anything else, as he was prone to do. So far he’d not done more than drink and quietly observe from the sidelines, not yet inclined to converse with anyone present. He’d worry he seemed like some kind of antisocial alcoholic if he actually cared what anyone thought of him.

Roman caught the eye of a man seated further along the bar, and upon recognizing him, it was enough to give him pause. What was Sirius Black doing here? He was aware of Sirius’s return to the Black family- something about family duty, which Roman didn’t pretend to understand- but also very much aware of his abandonment of his Ministry post to do so. Roman couldn’t definitively say he wasn’t suspicious of the man, especially when he pitched to events like this. Despite himself, he was too curious not to strike up a conversation and see where it went.

He lifted his glass in a sort of greeting and nodded, “Good evening, Sirius. I trust you’re well?”